[Bren nodded in full understanding, though not without the faint rise of a blush across his cheeks, something touching on shame. He had not seen a mirror in a long time even before he'd escaped, and he knew that the clothes he had managed to scavenge were covered in dirt after his continued flight through the woods, away from anything approaching civilization until he had been certain he was far enough away from Trent Ikithon. He was a mess at the moment, bedraggled and worse for the wear, but he had pinned his hopes on a meal and a bath significantly improving that. A pair of scissors and a razor would not go amiss either.
He was distracted from these thoughts by stepping into what was a shockingly lavish room. Everything about it was soft and warm, glowing with an inviting aura that drew the exhausted werewolf in like a promise of respite and safety.
He felt like he had come home, which was strange given he'd never set foot in anywhere so beautiful as this manor before. His eyes caught on the fire in the fireplace, already burning, already casting warmth into the room.
Standing in the center, Bren wrapped his arms around himself as if he were half afraid to touch anything in here, as lovely as it all was.]
This is beautiful. [He couldn't help but ask, with a glance to the fire.] Were you expecting guests?
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[Bren nodded in full understanding, though not without the faint rise of a blush across his cheeks, something touching on shame. He had not seen a mirror in a long time even before he'd escaped, and he knew that the clothes he had managed to scavenge were covered in dirt after his continued flight through the woods, away from anything approaching civilization until he had been certain he was far enough away from Trent Ikithon. He was a mess at the moment, bedraggled and worse for the wear, but he had pinned his hopes on a meal and a bath significantly improving that. A pair of scissors and a razor would not go amiss either.
He was distracted from these thoughts by stepping into what was a shockingly lavish room. Everything about it was soft and warm, glowing with an inviting aura that drew the exhausted werewolf in like a promise of respite and safety.
He felt like he had come home, which was strange given he'd never set foot in anywhere so beautiful as this manor before. His eyes caught on the fire in the fireplace, already burning, already casting warmth into the room.
Standing in the center, Bren wrapped his arms around himself as if he were half afraid to touch anything in here, as lovely as it all was.]
This is beautiful. [He couldn't help but ask, with a glance to the fire.] Were you expecting guests?